Published in Overland Issue 258 2025 · Uncategorized Three snowy hydro fragments Angela Gardner Passengers waiting to board the steamboat Eucumbene II women, a few in slacks most in skirts clutch cameras and handbags men in ties and hats — they gather at shore for the steamboat on grass that is dry, golden, sparse under a dead tree — offering no shade. Snow-covered houses at Cabramurra dark cowls on the chimneys of modular housing — tin sheds with brightly coloured doors — on the road above the camp all-terrain vehicles park up — others buried in snow. Tunnelling in the Eucumbene–Tumut tunnel underground, in an adit under lights the tunnel supported by sets and struts scaffolding a new emptiness — the mountain settles into bearing its different load. Angela Gardner Angela Gardner’s verse novel The Sorry Tale of the Mignonette, Shearsman, 2021 was a UK National Poetry Day recommendation. Her six poetry collections including Some Sketchy Notes on Matter, Recent Work Press, 2020 shortlisted for the Dorothy Hewett Award and the Thomas Shapcott Prize winning Parts of Speech, UQP, 2007. More by Angela Gardner › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 18 May 202618 May 2026 · Militarisation Sacrificed for the Pentagon: on Australia’s “security” crisis Gwenaël Velge The connection between the Jarrah Forest, the submarine base, and the data centres is not metaphorical. It is the three pillars of AUKUS, made material in a single city. Pillar III strips the forest to supply aluminium and gallium to the other two pillars, gutting environmental and water security. 15 May 2026 · Friday Fiction The structure Dominic Carew We made it to the park by eight. The winter sun was filtering through the far trees in a wan, lemon trickle, the thin clouds sheets of white. The cool sky a rubbed-at blue. The grass squelched beneath our feet and elsewhere, thinned from wear, the earth stretched grassless and muddy and, in some parts, released a thick mist.
